Page 80 of Rivals

His control snaps and soon he’s pounding into me with a fierce intensity that leaves me breathless. My hands grip his shoulders, his hair, anywhere I can touch him. I can feel him everywhere. His hands on my back, my hips, my thighs, running his fingers where we’re joined to pinch and play with my clit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He gasps, his hands grasping my breasts, his fingers pinching and working my nipples. “Perfect fucking tits. This perfect pussy.”

I whimper in pleasure, his words making my body hum in response. My head tilts back and he leans forward to kiss and lick his way across my chest and over my breasts.

“Just like that, babe.” He groans, grasping my hips and bouncing me harder on his lap, grinding his pelvis against mine.

I’m panting, my body coiled tight, my arms sliding around him, trying to pull him as close as possible. Another orgasm approaches and I swear he can sense it. His teeth bit gently on my nipples and his finger rolls my clit between us. My body convulses over his, my hips jerking through my orgasm.

“Riley.” He calls my name, his eyes feral and dark, full of hunger as he watches me come apart over him. “So fucking beautiful. That’s it, grip my cock with your pretty pussy.”

I pulse around him, squeezing while my body rides out this orgasm. Reign thrusts a few more times before his fingers dig into my skin, and his head tilts back. His body strains and arches against mine. Hot spurts flood my insides while I press my lips to the skin on his neck, behind his ear, and over his collarbones.

When we both come down, we’re a sweaty pile on his couch, but I’ve never felt more relaxed or happier.

“Congratulations, babe,” he mutters.

I glance up and take his face between my hands. “The real prize is you, Reign. Thank you for loving me.”

His eyes soften and his hands run through my hair. “I love you. You’re mine always.”

“Forever,” I promise him. My finger hooks under his gold chain and I use it to bring his mouth to mine. I pour everything into that kiss. My future, my life, my dreams, and my love.

If you would have told me I’d fall in love with my greatest rival, I’d have told you over my dead body. Thankfully Reign didn’t give me a choice. He gave me the chance to dream. To love. And it all came from one challenge and a favor.

THE END

Riley, one year later…

Slipping past the bouncer is easy when your boyfriend is one of the greatest hockey players on the team and just helped them win their Frozen Four matchup. It also helps when you’re regulars and venture here every other week. As always, Reign makes friends everywhere we go, and he knows all the bouncers, bartenders, and servers at the local college dive bars and pool hall. I present my ID, but I’m waved in anyway.

I quickly weave my way through the celebrating crowd, waving to some of my friends and other people I recognize from different classes, until I get to the back area where four different pool tables are set up. The minute I’m close enough, Reign’s gaze shoots up to me from the play on the table. I smile and he looks relieved to see me. I was only away for ten minutes while I stopped at the apartment to change.

Winning is fun, but when your man shoots the game winning goal, you’re bound to get splashed in watered-down Gatorade when it’s dumped. I feel better in my athletic pants and a Michigan hoodie anyway. I match Reign, and I can tell he likes it too. His eyes darken as I walk over to him.

His arm bands around my waist and he dips his head down. “Took you long enough. I missed you.”

I set my hand on his chest and roll my eyes playfully. “It was ten minutes.”

“Long enough,” he repeats before bringing his mouth to mine. I kiss him fully, my arms wrapping around his waist, and pulling my body into his.

A throat clears behind us. “Your shot, Thorn,” one of Reign’s teammates says, without any hostility or pushiness in his voice.

Ever since we got here, Reign has made it very apparent to everyone who I am to him. His obsession with me hasn’t stopped now that we are out of our home state and on a different campus like I thought it would. It’s only grown. Our friends gently tease us but no one dares to go up against Reign and his girl.

“Take your shot, baby,” I whisper and move to sit in a chair next to Emma. We talk about the game and her decision to meet with her ex-boyfriend for coffee tomorrow after ignoring him for the whole year. The night of senior prom was just the beginning for them, and he followed her here. He plays football and she hasn’t been able to escape hearing his name around campus. I’m proud of her for finally facing her fears and agreeing to hear him out.

Eventually the game of pool ends and Reign stands next to me, taking a drink from the water at my table.

“How does it feel to win your first big championship?” Emma asks him. His lips turn up into the smile I love, his dimple popping out.

“Pretty good.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “It will feel even better when we’re knocking on the door of the NCAA hockey championship.”

Eventually the crowd starts to clear out when Reign challenges me to a game. “I thought you’d never ask.”

His smirk grows and he helps me up off my chair. He racks the balls and I get the first shot. We play, taking turns, and I tease him. Bending this way or that over the table. Reign’s jaw is clenched by the time we’re down to the last few balls. Reign’s hands grip my sides and he lifts me, placing my body on the edge of the table.

“You’re supposed to let me win.”

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